The Cardiff Pub Crawl

We met a great many friendly people on our day in Cardiff. Both friends, family and other rugby fans eager to find out what the heck four Canadians were doing in Cardiff for a single rugby match. Needless to say most were impressed with our enthusiasm. Which leads to more pints.

Finally we went for a late night bite after Y Mochen Du and were directed to Charlestons by Huw Davies for steak. Steak at 1am after 12 pints of beer is the best thing a man could ask for. Until the waiter below shows up at your table.

We ate our food very quickly as our faces were reflected in the shards of mirrors tiled on the walls.

We had the distinct feeling we were being watched. But there didnt appear to be anyone around.

There was a cold chill in the air.

*what was that?*

He had a ring on every finger.

When he spoke his lips did not move. We may not have even used our ears....but strangely we heard him. "No Brains. Just lager."

THE HORROR! THE HORROR!

We ran screaming back to the Angel of Mercy and fuzzy sheets.